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Well I'm leavin mississippi
and im looking for higher ground
said 7 long months 39 days to turn my ways around
Well I ain't proud of the things I've done
so I've got to change it now
I said 7 long months 39 days to turn my ways around
I got an 18 wheeler and a worn out dog
and I ain't got nothing to say to the law
I got 10 more miles and I'm hittin' that county line
and I ain't got no more worries on my mind
Well I'm leavin mississippi
and im looking for higher ground
said 7 long months 39 days to turn my ways around
Well I ain't proud of the things I've done
so I've got to change it now
I said 7 long months 39 days to turn my ways around
Well my worn out jeans didn't fit no more
had long hair on my back
I guess that's not the best 'pearance
to that judge in black
So he picked up his pen and he put me away
for a little stretch of time
I said 7 long months 39 days and never did a crime
I got an 18 wheeler and a worn out dog
and I ain't got nothing to say to the law
I got 10 more miles and I'm hittin' that county line
and I ain't got no more worries on my mind
Well I'm leavin mississippi
and im looking for higher ground
said 7 long months 39 days to turn my ways around
Well I ain't proud of the things I've done
so I've got to change it now
I said 7 long months 39 days to turn my ways around
I said 7 long months 39 days to turn my ways around
I said 7 long months 39 days to turn my ways around
I said 7 long months 39 days to turn my ways around
I said 7 long months 39 days to turn my ways around
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Well I'm broke, lovesick, and driftin'
and I've done a lot of hard, hard livin'
Livin' on the road
and seein' how it goes
I grew up fast and it shows
Cause livin' the nightlife
is where I belong
and drinkin' with the drunks
who don't want to go home
and it's hard, it's rough
but I can't quite get enough
Oh I'm doin' the best that I can
Well I'm broke, lovesick, and driftin'
and I've had my share of good women
I once had a good home,
a wife to call my own,
but now I'm here drunk and alone
Cause livin' the nightlife
is where I belong
and drinkin' with the drunks
who don't want to go home
and it's hard, it's rough
but I can't quite get enough
Oh I'm doin' the best that I can
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Well my name is Cecil Brown
and I'm from a little town
and people don't think much of me
I never understood
why they thought I was no good
But this is how it seems
The feelings of this worn out cowboy
will make you feel so cold
I've traveled up and down so many
kind of lonesome roads
I once took the high road
and it took me straight to hell
and I stood there all by myself
Cause all alone's where
I feel like I belong
Cause it don't matter
who's right or wrong
The feelings of this worn out cowboy
will make you feel so cold
I've traveled up and down so many
kind of lonesome roads
Pickin' up the pieces
of my broken family
Is not an easy sight to see
And as the leaves have changed
it helps ease the pain
and sufferin' they left for me
The feelings of this worn out cowboy
will make you feel so cold
I've traveled up and down so many
kind of lonesome roads
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Well, we were lovin' and a-huggin' and a-kissin' and a-squeezin'
on a Friday an' Saturday night
Just a-dancin' and a-prancin' and a lotta romancin' and
boy, did it sure feel right
But now we're cussin' and a-fussin' and we can't win nuthin'
ev'ry Friday an' Saturday night
Now there's no more dancin' for this king of romancin'
'cause it looks like I've lost the fight
Just a little more lovin' and no more cussin'
would make me feel alright
How 'bout some lovin' and a-huggin and a little bit of rubbin'
on this cold and lonely night
Because I'm lonesome and I'm jonesing for a little bit of lovin'
and baby, I'm just your type
Now there's no more dancin' for this king of romancin'
and it looks like I've lost the fight
Well now my sweet little baby done got plum crazy
and she's lookin' to start a fight
And she's a-cussin' and a-fussin', talkin' 'bout her cousin
walkin' around with a forty-five
And she's a tough one and a fun one who can sure give a good one
if you ever get to spend the night
She's a sexy honey-baby that's just plum crazy
with them wild and crazy eyes
Well, we were lovin' and a-huggin' and a-kissin' and a-squeezin'
on a Friday an' Saturday night
Just a-dancin' and a-prancin' and a lotta romancin' and
boy, did it sure feel right
But now we're cussin' and a-fussin' and we can't win nuthin'
ev'ry Friday an' Saturday night
Now there's no more dancin' for this king of romancin'
and it looks like I've lost the fight
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Ah Yodel-ay-heeee he-he-he
Ah Yodel-oh-hooo hoo-hoo-hoo
Ah Yodel-ay-heeee he-he-he
Well my hat's done worn out
my boots are bad
I ain't got a gun
but I wish I had
And I'm down
in a one horse town
My gal done left me
the other day
Said I didn't bring home
enough of that pay
And I'm down,
in a one horse town
But I'm doin' fine,
I'm doin' ok
I think I might get by
just one more day
Well when you get low down
you got nothin' to lose
All you can do
is start singin' the blues
When you're down,
in a one horse town
I drank on Tuesday
until I fell down
I woke up on Wednesday
and you weren't around
And I'm down,
in a one horse town
But I'm doin' fine
I'm doin' ok
I think I might get high
just one more day
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Sittin’ in the bayou country,
just me and my fishin’ line
I raised a lot of hell and I hollered,
sippin’ on that Georgia moonshine
Well, I know how to have a damn good time
And I take my shots
straight out of the jug
and I like to get pure drunk
in that Mississippi mud
Well lets throw us a little party baby,
I’ll call a few friends of mine
We’ll dance all night till the sun comes up
and we’ll drink our selves completely blind
Then we’ll rock on down the line
And I take my shots
straight out of the jug
and I like to do a little dance
in that Mississippi mud
Well, I was raised by an awful alligator
he taught me how to walk the line
He used to deal cards from the bottom of the deck,
but a Tennessee woman took his life
But he sure gave me some damn good advice
And I take my shots
straight out of the jug
and I like to get pure drunk
in that Mississippi mud
And I take my shots
straight out of the jug
and I like to do a little dance
in that Mississippi mud
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As I watch the sun
set slowly I hold back the tears
And I can't help but wonder
why the lord had to put me here
Caused I've raised hell
All night long
And I've seen a good
man go wrong
And I can't help
The way that I am
Cause the whiskey weed and women
had the upper hand
Livin' lonely
is the life that I been livin'
I got drunk
the day my paw went to prison
And when my mama died
I just didn't care about livin'
And I drank myself blind
just tryin' to find a good reason
And I've raised hell
All night long
And I've seen a good
man go wrong
And I can't help
The way that I am
Cause the whiskey weed and women
have the upper hand
Yeah the whiskey weed and women
have the upper hand,
hand,
hand
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Now Playin’ country music
it ain’t like it used to be
I’m so tired of this new stuff
they’re tryin’ to get me to sing
That ain’t no country music to me
Well, you can only take so much
of putting people down
when you got the best,
that’s tryin’ to beat your back doors down
Well, I used to think that country
was out of Nashville Tennessee
but all I see in Nashville,
is a bunch of backstabbers takin’ you and me
They don’t care about the music ya see
Well, I used to think that country
was out of Nashville, Tennessee
I’d rather take my things and
go back to Texas ya see
Now, I would pack up
and I’d leave this dirty town
but they’ve done taken me for so much
that I can’t get out now
Maybe one day but not right now
Well, I used to think that country
was out of Nashville, Tennessee
I don’t think that country's here
'cause they killed it ya see
Well, I used to think that country
was out of Nashville, Tennessee
I’d rather take my things and
go back to Texas ya see
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Well walkin' with sorrow
through a lonely day
with those empty bottles
tryin' to ease my pain
I'm still here drinkin'
over the good ol days
when I had my gal
and everything was ok
(Yodeling)
Well walkin' with sorrow
is a lonely way
with those empty bottles
tryin' to ease my pain
I'm still here thinkin'
about the good ol days
when I had my gal
and everything was ok
(Yodeling)
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Livin alone,
singin my songs
Thinkin bout the good times
when you were my own
Lady you taught me
how to hurt and cry,
and each day I'm not with you
I die more inside
Honey sweet lady why did you go?
and leave me here dying
all alone in my world?
It's all gone wrong
since you've been gone
So give me 5 shots of whiskey
to help kill the misery and pain
you put me through
Thanks for the good times,
for they were the best of my life
I spent with you
Now what can I do?
Walkin' on Broadway
not havin a care
I see you and your new guy
who's strokin' your hair
And I can't keep staying
here in my hometown,
got to get on with my life somehow
It's all gone wrong
since you've been gone
So give me 5 shots of whiskey
to help kill the misery and pain
you put me through
Thanks for the good times,
for they were the best of my life
I spent with you
and I still love you
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Well I'm gonna do some drinkin'
I'm gonna drink all that whiskey that I can
Hell, I'm gonna do some drinkin'
I'm gonna drink all that whiskey that I can
'Cause I'm, a drinkin' smokin'
nighttime ramblin' kind of man
Well I'm gonna do some smokin'
I'm gonna smoke all that good stuff that I can
Well I'm gonna do some tokin'
I'm gonna smoke all the best stuff across this land
'Cause I'm, a drinkin' smokin'
nighttime ramblin' kind of man
Well I'm gonna do some raisin'
I'm gonna raise all the hell that I can
Then I'm gonna do some drinkin'
I'm gonna be the loudest man in this damn band
'Cause I'm, a drinkin' smokin'
nighttime ramblin' kind of man
Hell, I'm, a drinkin' smokin'
nighttime ramblin' kind of man
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I've been up all night and I can't sleep
I've been thinkin' about you and I can't eat
I tried to go outside, but it strarted to rain
and I'm sittin' here in tears callin' your name
Callin' your name O Lord, I need you now
I didn't know how far I was driftin' out
It's been so hard livin' all alone
I need ya this time - Lord, please can ya give me a home
It's been so hard these last few years without you
I've been wild and I didnt have a care
I've caused myself so much sorrow
so I'm callin' this time - can I be saved
Callin' your name O Lord, I need you now
I didn't know how far I was driftin' out
It's been so hard livin' all alone
I need ya this time - Lord, please can ya give me a home
I'm calling this time - Lord, please can ya give me a home
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Well they blew up the chicken man
in Philly last night
Now they blew up his house too
Down on the boardwalk they're gettin'
ready for a fight,
Gonna see what them racket boys can do
Now there's trouble busin' in
from outta state,
and the D.A. can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble
out on the promenade and the
gamblin' commission's hangin'
on by the skin of its teeth
CHORUS:
Well now everything dies, baby that's a fact,
but maybe everything that dies, someday comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
and meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Well I got a job and tried to
put my money away,
but I got debts that no honest man can pay
So I drew what I had,
from the Central Trust,
and bought us two tickets on that City Coast bus
CHORUS
Now our luck may have died,
and our love may be cold,
but with you forever, I'll stay
Now I been lookin' for a job,
but it's hard to find
Down here it's just winners and losers
Honey, last night,
I met this guy,
and I'm gonna do a favor for him.
Everything dies, baby that's a fact,
but maybe everything that dies
someday, comes back
Put your hair up nice and sit up pretty,
and meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
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